Lisbon
Lisboa é boa*. Yeah, Lisbon is good
at very long distance of dreams.
The shivering traveler pulls up his hood:
it seems that the traveller misunderstood
what’s autumn in Portugal. Streams
of water run volubly down the steep streets,
the wind searches pockets and sleeve,
the sheets hung to dry do not differ from sheets
of rain… That’s what happens when fantasy meets
reality and both leave.
(port.) Lisbon is good.
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